09x20 - Closet Chronicles - Part Five: Though He Owns All Fortunes
Episode number: 09x20 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Closet Chronicles
Subtitle: Though He Owns All Fortunes
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,014
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language, depression, angst
Along the Utah/California Border. Castiel rode shotgun in the Impala, stiff as a rock. All his concentration remained invested in his angelic feelers, or whatever they were.
"Cas," Dean said. "You gotta check in with me here. You're wigging me out."
"I can sense Lucifer," Cas whispered. "I can't tell if he's following us. We might have to abandon the car."
"Baby?" Dean asked. "No way."
"It may be the only way to protect the location of the bunker. You've stored the car before."
"Extreme circumstances."
"Satan is following is. That is an extreme circumstance," the angel said loudly. "Please. The car has some protection afforded to it. We can store it on the west coast, and then teleport home."
"No way, this car has enough crap in it to give whatever's tracking us a leg up. We protect our rides like our home, Cas, because it's worth protecting."
"Very well, but that may require us to drive much farther than originally anticipated."
"That's fine," Dean replied.
Sam drove as Dodge sat asleep in the passenger seat. Part of him was relieved that they agreed to drive through the night. After what Dodge had said, Sam didn't know if it would be presumptuous to get a single-bed motel room for them both.
Mostly, he just didn't understand it. He'd dated hot-and-cold women before, but those relationships had been casual. They didn't involve long conversation about lost loved ones. His time with Dodge had been had depth, warmth.
But then again, as Dean would tell him, he never was a good judge of character when it came to women. Maybe Dodge didn't want to commit, or maybe she just didn't want to commit to Sam. Could he blame her?
Faint echoes of Jessica speaking rang in his ear. "Things are never gonna change with you. Ever." No, that wasn't Jess; Lucifer had pretended to be her to manipulate Sam while he slept. "Because it had to be you, Sam. It always had to be you," Lucifer had said to him.
Sam felt a shiver up his spine. For a moment, he thought he caught a glimpse of a man with damaged skin on the side of the road, the man who was once known as Nick.
"No," Sam said out loud to himself. "We burned Nick's bones. It can't be him." He put Lucifer out of his mind.
Due to Castiel's required detour, Dodge and Sam returned to the bunker a full day before Dean and the angel. Kevin was cagey and distant, and Sam felt like the last three days had rung all the happiness out of his life. The general atmosphere of the Men of Letter's war room was glum and heavy.
"Woah," Dean said as he came in with Cas. "Contain your excitement, guys, we're home."
"You guys find anything?" Sam asked.
"We were just detouring," Dean said. "Told you, both those witches were dead. Days or weeks dead by the looks of it."
"Sorry," Castiel added.
"So what was going on?" Kevin asked.
"Witches killing witches," Sam said. "And, as of right now, we don't know why, or what side they're on, or who killed them."
Everyone avoided asking Kevin about the tablet, and he was grateful for that. But he needed to tell them, and everyone was here now -
"The Children of Eve Tablet," Kevin said. "I - found something."
Silence. Kevin licked his lips and pushed ahead. "The addendum on the tablet. It's - uh, about a secret that Eve uncovered. She died because she learned of it. I know what the secret is now."
"What is it?" Castiel asked.
"When the first-fallen demons rose up, they valued two things: their purity and their power. But to produce new demons, they had to dilute that bloodline, which the Demon Tablet expands upon. But there was one demon, Sitri, a Prince of Hell, he mixed his bloodline not with humans, but with the descendants of Eve."
"You mean, like those whacked out hellhound hybrids?" Dean asked. "Demonic-monster hybrids?"
"Actually, it was just one hybrid. The other demons thought the Children of Eve were inherently weak, since she created monstrosity from the human soul. So, it says, 'After Sitri had one such daughter, the powers of Hell forbade him any more offspring from the Wells of Eve. His firstborn lived as a servant, the Steed of Hell.' It goes on to say that she was forbidden from rising in the Hell Hierarchy or whatever, though her powers were immense," Kevin completed lamely.
"Didn't mention a name?" Sam asked. "Did it?"
"The Prophet has spoken," Cas said. "The Steed of Hell. Dean, we've met her before. Her name is Therion."
"Therion?" Dean repeated. He remembered the demon they met when trying to find Metatron. At the time, she was working with a Leviathan. "That green-eyed bitch with the disappearing, creepy spider legs?" The vivid image made Dean's skin crawl.
"Yes," Castiel replied.
"If she was shunned, why would they pull her out of Hell? It's not exactly easy," Sam pointed out.
Cas shook his head. "There was never a need to pull her out of Hell."
"I locked the Gates," Sam replied. "Every demon on Earth was blasted into - "
"She's not a demon," Kevin interrupted. "Not a pure demon, anyway. She's half pure-demon, half pure-monster."
"Which makes her immune to exorcism as well as the Gates of both Purgatory and Hell," Cas said quietly. "Her lineage means she belongs nowhere, and that has given her the advantage of invisibility until now."
"So, the two sides of evil here," Dodge began. "One of them is this Therion?"
"Therion is going up against a much-weakened Lucifer," Castiel said.
"Good or bad?" Dodge asked.
"Doesn't matter," Sam explained. "If she kills Lucifer, or locks him away somewhere, it'll be bad. If Lucifer kills her or locks her away, it'll be bad."
"Here's hoping they kill each other," Dean said, raising his beer bottle to the room.
His false cheer did not raise anyone's spirits. The Men of Letter's secret bunker remained sedate and solemn.
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09x21 The Montage Jack
Primary Post: 09x20 Closet Chronicles
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Closet Chronicles
Subtitle: Though He Owns All Fortunes
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,014
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language, depression, angst
Along the Utah/California Border. Castiel rode shotgun in the Impala, stiff as a rock. All his concentration remained invested in his angelic feelers, or whatever they were.
"Cas," Dean said. "You gotta check in with me here. You're wigging me out."
"I can sense Lucifer," Cas whispered. "I can't tell if he's following us. We might have to abandon the car."
"Baby?" Dean asked. "No way."
"It may be the only way to protect the location of the bunker. You've stored the car before."
"Extreme circumstances."
"Satan is following is. That is an extreme circumstance," the angel said loudly. "Please. The car has some protection afforded to it. We can store it on the west coast, and then teleport home."
"No way, this car has enough crap in it to give whatever's tracking us a leg up. We protect our rides like our home, Cas, because it's worth protecting."
"Very well, but that may require us to drive much farther than originally anticipated."
"That's fine," Dean replied.
Sam drove as Dodge sat asleep in the passenger seat. Part of him was relieved that they agreed to drive through the night. After what Dodge had said, Sam didn't know if it would be presumptuous to get a single-bed motel room for them both.
Mostly, he just didn't understand it. He'd dated hot-and-cold women before, but those relationships had been casual. They didn't involve long conversation about lost loved ones. His time with Dodge had been had depth, warmth.
But then again, as Dean would tell him, he never was a good judge of character when it came to women. Maybe Dodge didn't want to commit, or maybe she just didn't want to commit to Sam. Could he blame her?
Faint echoes of Jessica speaking rang in his ear. "Things are never gonna change with you. Ever." No, that wasn't Jess; Lucifer had pretended to be her to manipulate Sam while he slept. "Because it had to be you, Sam. It always had to be you," Lucifer had said to him.
Sam felt a shiver up his spine. For a moment, he thought he caught a glimpse of a man with damaged skin on the side of the road, the man who was once known as Nick.
"No," Sam said out loud to himself. "We burned Nick's bones. It can't be him." He put Lucifer out of his mind.
Due to Castiel's required detour, Dodge and Sam returned to the bunker a full day before Dean and the angel. Kevin was cagey and distant, and Sam felt like the last three days had rung all the happiness out of his life. The general atmosphere of the Men of Letter's war room was glum and heavy.
"Woah," Dean said as he came in with Cas. "Contain your excitement, guys, we're home."
"You guys find anything?" Sam asked.
"We were just detouring," Dean said. "Told you, both those witches were dead. Days or weeks dead by the looks of it."
"Sorry," Castiel added.
"So what was going on?" Kevin asked.
"Witches killing witches," Sam said. "And, as of right now, we don't know why, or what side they're on, or who killed them."
Everyone avoided asking Kevin about the tablet, and he was grateful for that. But he needed to tell them, and everyone was here now -
"The Children of Eve Tablet," Kevin said. "I - found something."
Silence. Kevin licked his lips and pushed ahead. "The addendum on the tablet. It's - uh, about a secret that Eve uncovered. She died because she learned of it. I know what the secret is now."
"What is it?" Castiel asked.
"When the first-fallen demons rose up, they valued two things: their purity and their power. But to produce new demons, they had to dilute that bloodline, which the Demon Tablet expands upon. But there was one demon, Sitri, a Prince of Hell, he mixed his bloodline not with humans, but with the descendants of Eve."
"You mean, like those whacked out hellhound hybrids?" Dean asked. "Demonic-monster hybrids?"
"Actually, it was just one hybrid. The other demons thought the Children of Eve were inherently weak, since she created monstrosity from the human soul. So, it says, 'After Sitri had one such daughter, the powers of Hell forbade him any more offspring from the Wells of Eve. His firstborn lived as a servant, the Steed of Hell.' It goes on to say that she was forbidden from rising in the Hell Hierarchy or whatever, though her powers were immense," Kevin completed lamely.
"Didn't mention a name?" Sam asked. "Did it?"
"The Prophet has spoken," Cas said. "The Steed of Hell. Dean, we've met her before. Her name is Therion."
"Therion?" Dean repeated. He remembered the demon they met when trying to find Metatron. At the time, she was working with a Leviathan. "That green-eyed bitch with the disappearing, creepy spider legs?" The vivid image made Dean's skin crawl.
"Yes," Castiel replied.
"If she was shunned, why would they pull her out of Hell? It's not exactly easy," Sam pointed out.
Cas shook his head. "There was never a need to pull her out of Hell."
"I locked the Gates," Sam replied. "Every demon on Earth was blasted into - "
"She's not a demon," Kevin interrupted. "Not a pure demon, anyway. She's half pure-demon, half pure-monster."
"Which makes her immune to exorcism as well as the Gates of both Purgatory and Hell," Cas said quietly. "Her lineage means she belongs nowhere, and that has given her the advantage of invisibility until now."
"So, the two sides of evil here," Dodge began. "One of them is this Therion?"
"Therion is going up against a much-weakened Lucifer," Castiel said.
"Good or bad?" Dodge asked.
"Doesn't matter," Sam explained. "If she kills Lucifer, or locks him away somewhere, it'll be bad. If Lucifer kills her or locks her away, it'll be bad."
"Here's hoping they kill each other," Dean said, raising his beer bottle to the room.
His false cheer did not raise anyone's spirits. The Men of Letter's secret bunker remained sedate and solemn.
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09x21 The Montage Jack
Primary Post: 09x20 Closet Chronicles
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)